effie ha'.
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Spite o' envy's mutter'd "Puppy,
Down he'll tumble wi' a clash,"
Allan climb'd the ladder up, aye
Up to honours, fame, an' cash.
Down he'll tumble wi' a clash,"
Allan climb'd the ladder up, aye
Up to honours, fame, an' cash.
Effie Ha',
The farmer gied his merry kirn, wi' a' a farmer's pride,
An' youngsters gathered to the barn frae a' the kintra side,
A wheen o' gallant chiels were there, wi' faces sun embrowned,
An' hearts as noble and as gay as e'er 'mangst gran' anes found;
The lasses, busked in their best, were bonnie, blythe, and braw,
But fairest was the farmer's bairn, the winsome Effie Ha'.
An' youngsters gathered to the barn frae a' the kintra side,
A wheen o' gallant chiels were there, wi' faces sun embrowned,
An' hearts as noble and as gay as e'er 'mangst gran' anes found;
The lasses, busked in their best, were bonnie, blythe, and braw,
But fairest was the farmer's bairn, the winsome Effie Ha'.
Her hair by nature's haun was waved like ripples o' a stream,
An' glitter'd like the liquid surf beneath Sol's gouden beam;
Through fringes dark her laughing e'en shone with attemper'd ray,
But wooers said a wicked spark ben in their azure lay:
For though she was aye kind an' free, whene'er o' luve they spoke,
The wily teaser laughen aye took a' as't were a joke.
An' glitter'd like the liquid surf beneath Sol's gouden beam;
Through fringes dark her laughing e'en shone with attemper'd ray,
But wooers said a wicked spark ben in their azure lay:
For though she was aye kind an' free, whene'er o' luve they spoke,
The wily teaser laughen aye took a' as't were a joke.
